#aos5

Following the “bathroom” incident, Kia made avoiding Roman (and Sami, she couldn’t take the way he had been looking at her since he…saw what he saw) her absolute top priority.

And she was good at it.

On Saturday, Kia locked herself up in her room and committed herself to working. By the time Sunday came, it would be time to travel and she would be much too busy to have time for him to catch her alone.

All she had to do was make it to Sunday.

Any communication she had with Roman was via text or through Jimmy and Jey, which he made his displeasure vocally clear about.

“Aggravating me with this telephone shit because you’re mad I almost made you eat my dick and spit up your brunch” was the height of his ignorance, and got him blocked. Swiftly.

Kia didn’t care. She remained where she was, coming out every now and then to make a run to the store when she needed something.

Jey came by to check on her, pounding on her door like he was the damn police. Not trusting him, she opened the door a mere crack and told him to stop banging on her shit like that.

After informing her that Roman wanted to speak with her, Jey attempted to nosily peek around her. Like she had someone in there or something.

Kia shoved him out of her doorway, told him to tell his “Tribal Chief” that she was busy and to go find a life to live.

Then she slammed the door in his face.

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You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?

You want some gangsters front your motherfucking house?

We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off

We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off

To stave off the frustration surrounding the situation she put herself in, Kia threw on some music and decided to find something productive to do with her time.

After a quick shower, she put on a pair of black cotton shorts and a tank top, tying her hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of her face while she worked.

Kia collected all of her clothes and neatly packed them away in her suitcase. She wiped down her shoes before she placed them in their separate travel bag.

Then, she went into the bathroom with a ziplock bag filed with Lysol wipes and went nuts.

Kia cleaned them people’s tub and toilet like they were her very own, angrily muttering to herself about “motherfuckers thinking they owned a bitch.“

She scrubbed so violently that she ended up pissing herself off further by clipping her finger on the sharp edge of the tub’s faucet.

That was the last fucking straw.

Thoroughly exhausted, Kia swore off the day and tossed herself across her bed.

At some point she must have dozed off, because she slid halfway off the mattress and jerked awake at the sound of someone pounding on her fucking door.

Kia growls softly, slamming her fist down on her pillow.

Again.

Sitting up, she pushes herself to the edge of the bed and steps into her slides. “‘Cause at this point, they gotta be doing this shit on purpose-WHAT?” She shouts at the door, standing and storming toward it.

“Hey Kia! It’s me, Sami. Just me! No reason to be alarmed, just…I just came by to check on you.”

Kia blinked, resting her head back against the door.

Then she groans and covers her face with a hand, dragging it down her cheek.

What part of do not disturb didn’t translate for these motherfuckers?

Kia glances down at her phone, tapping at the screen to check the time. “Why are you bangin’ on my door like that?”

“Did I? Bang? Kia, I am so sorry-I musta put a little too much weight into that one.”

Kia pinches the bridge of her nose. “Did you need something?” She asks tentatively, hoping to god that he didn’t.

“Actually, I sort of wanted to talk.” Sami says through the door, uncharacteristically…breathy. It sounded like he had been running. “If you have the time! I-“

There was a thud.

“Ouch.”

Kia pulls back, eyes scrutinizing the door. His thought process was all over the place right now.

“Actually I think it might be best if we did a face to face sorta thing ‘cause I just remembered-“ Sami continues.

Was he…

“Are you drunk?” Kia furrows her eyebrows, reaching out to touch the lock. “Sami, did they do something to you? Was it Jey again?”

“…it’s kind of embarrassing but, yes.”

Kia twists the lock, cracking the door.

A black Jordan slide lands solidly between the door and its jamb.

Kia stares at it, eyes trailing up slowly.

Roman stares back at her, eyes wide and flooded with fury. “Of course you’d fuckin’ open the door for him.”

Shit.

The door slides halfway open and Kia throws herself against it.

“Anything for Sami, ain’t that right, Kia? Huh?” Roman growls at her. “You should’ve seen when what he was like when I came to get him. He got real excited once he realized where we were going. He practically salivated. It’s disgusting.”

“Get the hell away from my door, you overgrown child!” Kia shouts back.

“I’m not playing with your ass anymore, Kia. Open this damn door.” Roman, who had been pinning Sami’s face to it, shoves the shaken man away. “You got me callin’ your phone like some kinda-“ He grabs the door knob and solidly braces his shoulder against the door, forcing it ajar. “That shit you pulled with blocking me was childish.”

Kia grounded her feet down in her slippers, grabbing the opposite end of the door knob as she attempted to hold it closed. “You crazy ass ni-“ She yelps when she slides across the floor. “Roman, you’re acting like a psychopath!!!”

The door finally busts open and Kia swears, darting off to the side, kicking off her slippers. “Roman, wait-“

Roman, dressed in a simple black tee and Nike sweats with his slides, pushes Sami out of the doorway when he attempted to apologize to Kia and slams the door behind him. “Why’re you running? What happened to all that attitude you had, huh?”

Kia’s stomach began to flutter and her heart rate jumped up. “If you touch me-“

“Don’t be scared now,” He laughs lowly and curls a finger at Kia as he approaches slowly. “C’mere, I got a quick question for you. I swear imma leave as soon as you answer it.”

“Roman!” Kia scrambles on the bed and stands ontop of it, dipping down to grab one of the pillows. “Get out!” She pulled the pillow back threateningly.

Roman widens his eyes in mock fear, throwing his hands up. “That ain’t the right place to go if you don’t want me to touch you…at all.”

Kia’s face twists and she hurls the pillow at Roman, quickly stooping down to grab another. “Ain’t nobody finna give you no ass tonight, Roman. You might as well take your horny and desperate self back down to your room and call shorty from Kansas.”

“She’s from DC, actually.” Roman chuckles, catching the pillow with ease. “You know exactly where she’s from because you were the one who booked her flight.” He pushes his hands in to his pockets. “I cancelled by the way. You mind sending her a sorry note once you’re on the clock?”

Kia pauses in the middle of getting ready to beam her next pillow at Roman.

Roman had been using his little fling to antagonize her for weeks. What made him…

“Actually, forget it. Ion really need to explain shit, she knew what this was.” Roman rambles, waving a hand. “Besides, I got you now.”

Kia’s arms drop and her eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion.

Because what the hell did he mean he had her?

Roman whistles. “Gotcha.”

When Kia finally refocuses, a pillow was flying at her face.

It collides with Kia hard and she falls back onto the mattress, bouncing twice.

“You stupid motherf-“

Roman takes the opportunity to kick his shoes off. “Told you to stop playing-“ He leaps on top of Kia, pinning her down by sitting on her stomach when she bucks up to try and scramble away. “That attitude is disgusting, but it’s alright cause imma fix it-“ He smacks her hands when they fly up to push at his stomach, gathering her wrists into one hand tightly. “Now what, Babygirl? What you gone do now, bite me?”

Kia grunts and tries to twist her hands free, worming them around in his hand to no avail. “And if I did you wouldn’t do shit about it, hoe.”

“Do it.” Roman coos down at her mockingly, lifting his chin and leaning in. “Please do, so I can bite your ass back.” He traces the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip, smirking when she makes a little show of turning her head to the side to wipe her mouth off on her sleeve. “Why’re you pretending you don’t love this shit? It’s the only thing you respect, after all. Somebody finally havin’ the balls to tell you to shut that pretty mouth-“

“Go to hell, Roman.” Kia spits up at him, kicking her legs. “And get your big ass off me! What do you want from me? I locked myself up in here to get away from you.”

“No, you’re in here hiding from me because you’re mad you let me taste that pussy, actually.” Roman replies, tone casual as if they were talking about the weather. “Ain’t we too grown for these kinds of games? You let me do it in a bathroom, it was wild from the start. Ion know how you’re ashamed after the fact, but okay-“

“Well that was the first and last time so I hope you remember it fondly.” Kia snorts. “You touch a little kitty and you lose your damn mind, apparently.”

Roman pauses and looks up at the ceiling for a second, then back down at her. He nods slowly, seemingly considering something. “You know, you’re absolutely right, Kia.”

Kia starts to ask him for clarification…until she sees his lips twist up into a nasty smirk. “Roman…” she warns.

“Maybe I need to touch it again.” Roman’s eyes darken and his tongue sides over his bottom lip. “Maybe that’ll fix the problem.”

Kia’s toes curl, wiggling under him as heat pools between her legs. The image of her watching his fingers play in her pussy in the bathroom mirror flashes in her brain, and she groans. “…Roman…”

Roman hums, sliding back to drink her in. His fingers slide up her stomach, twisting in the fabric of her tank top. “You’ve been thinkin’ about me, Kia. Had to have been.” He releases her hands, nudging her legs open with his knee. “Talkin’ all that shit just to fold as soon as I look at you.”

Kia gasps, mouth dropping open when Roman’s hand slides up into her top, gently cupping one of her breasts. His other hand slides between her legs, thumb pressing into her clit through the cotton of her shorts.

“That’s it…” Roman whispers, rolling her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. “Shhh…”

Kia presses up into his hand and rolls her hips, lightly humping against it. Her thighs fell open just as his lips crashed down onto hers, and his hand slid straight into her shorts. Fingers deftly worked under the elastic of her panties and dove into her folds.

“Good girl,” Roman praises against her lips. “Say thank you…”

Kia whines when Roman’s fingers push into her, twisting and stroking as he fucked them into her slowly. He pushes in then slides out, feathering his thumb over her clit. “Thank you,” she says like the weak ass bitch she is, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth, kissing her messily as he curled his fingers inside of her.

“Mm,” Roman’s hand slides out of her shirt and down her body, grasping the waistband of her shorts and yanking it down. “See what happens when you listen?” Roman slides the shorts down her legs fully, tossing them to the side. He pushes her smooth brown thighs open again, kissing his way up the inside of one. He inhaled deeply, palming himself through his sweats. “…you know I fuckin’ want you, Kia. Why you makin’ me beg for it, huh?”

Kia’s eyes roll back when he kisses the juncture of her thigh, tugging the band of her sheer boy shorts between his teeth. “Fuck…” She sucks in a sharp breath when he pushes his face between her thighs, sticking out his tongue to lick a flat stripe up her pussy through her panties. “Shit!” She squeaks, wiggling beneath him when he kissed her stomach, pinning her down with his forearm as he worked at stripping her of her panties.

Roman drops her panties onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs. “You want me to beg you for it, Kia? S’that what it is?” He dragged her down the bed, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Dipping his head down, Roman slides his tongue over her clit. “You want me to say please?” He pushes her thighs back, sliding two fingers into her as he lazily ate her out.

Kia’s hips lift off the bed, twisting and winding as she rode his fingers and tongue.

Roman slides his sweats and underwear down around his hips, stroking a hand down his dick. He pulled his fingers out of Kia, sucking her juices off them. “Please?” He whispers against her skin as he slides his way back up her body, pressing his dick into her teasingly. “Can Daddy have it?”

Kia pushes back against him, hands flying up to his chest. “Yes, Roman. Just fuck me.”

With a dark chuckle, Roman tosses one of her legs over his shoulder, scooting himself between her legs. “Good girl…” He pushes the tip of his dick at her entrance, inching into her. “And if I ever see you so much as look at Sami Zayn again, imma tie him to a chair and make him watch you take this dick.” He sinks into her fully, rocking into her at a steady pace. “You understand me?” He grabs her face. “You’re mine, Kia.”

“Yes,” Kia’s thighs tremble as Roman pounded into her, fingers rubbing her clit in a tight circle. She clenched down around him, body tensing. “Right there, fuck, oh fuck-“

“Mmmm….” Roman licks his lips, holding her thighs open tightly to keep them from snapping shut as she squirted around him. “Say thank you, baby. Daddy’s makin’ you feel good, ain’t he?”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouohhhf-“ Kia whimpers, feeling the tension melt from her body as her orgasm ripped through her. Her head falls back, braids splayed out over the pillow. “Oh my god-“

Roman bucks up hard and fucks her through it, soothingly whispering to her as she cried out and trembled, begging him to give her a break in breathy whispers. “You’re very welcome.” He groans into her neck, dropping her leg as he slowly pulled out of her. He snickers a little when Kia sucks her teeth quietly, clutching at his arms. “Don’t worry baby, we got all night…” He sits up on his knees and gets off her, pumping his dick slowly. “C’mere…” He lightly grabs Kia’s arm. “Lemme remind you who you belong to now.”

Kia bites her lip, crawling across the bed to him. She lays on her stomach, tilting her head up when he cradled her chin in his hand and lightly pressed his dick against her bottom lip. He tapped it against them lightly and they fell open, sucking the swollen head between plump lips.

“Good girl.” Roman’s dick twitches in her mouth and he grabs a handful of her braids, sliding all the way into her mouth. He pushed experimentally at first, but when he didn’t feel resistance he pushed his hips all the way forward until he felt himself hit the back of her throat.

Kia grabs his thighs and braced herself, relaxing her throat as he floods her mouth with his cum. She chokes a little, swallowing as she pulled back, slurping his shaft clean. “And you’re mine.” She says, wiping her mouth clean. Propping herself up on her elbow. “You lunatic.”

“Doin’ and sayin’ shit like that is what got you 37 texts and fifteen missed calls.” Roman groans reaching up to push his sweat soaked hair out of his eyes. He drops down on the bed next to her, kissing her softly. “Chinese or Thai after we clean up ?” He smirks, patting her ass.

Kia snorts and lets her head fall into some blankets. “You’re an asshole, Roman.”